Wildcard Saturday

Gawwwwwwwwsh darnit. I'm so pissed that I'm glued to the television watching $&?@!#^*}# WILDCARD SATURDAY! Number one seed? Oh no thanks. I think I'll shove my H up my A and make it a close race with the $(@!&:^#+! Cinncy BANGELS. Ugh.

Girl at the station next to me agreed with me changing the channel to the Texans game at the nail salon

Then she informed her technician "I'm not sure how I lost [my acrylic fingernail] but my friend said she saw me chew it off last night... so I'm pretty sure I chewed it off."

Regardless, productive Saturday so far. That hot piece of man I live with should go climb mountains more often. Last night the guys prepared their survival kits (backpacks full of granola bars, slim Jim's and walkie talkies) and look at em!

Must be tough to be so adorable

This is how I spent my morning, NOT on a mountain. Watching Fashion Police on E!

Look at that cute little furry baby bear. He's extra lovey in the mornings.

Hauled my tail to ze mall with ze mama and all I got was a new jacket for Kanye and a floaty summer dress #rossdressforless

It's like a slutty Mrs. Roper look. #plungingmuumuu

Then got mah hairrrr cut and my nails did (obviously from the pic up there) and then planted my hiney on the couch to watch this pathetic excuse of a football game.

Shay Shay is making pot roast so I'm gonna pull an Everybody Loves Raymond and cross the alley for a yum home cooked dinner, followed by bleaching the grout in my kitchen. Wiiiiiild Saturday night. You know, when the cat's away, the mice will... scrub the floors like Cinderella. Thank you, technology, for shellac. No fear of chipped polish while doing slave labor.

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Tug-o-war & Target

I have no blog material today. Nada to say. Sometimes I read other blogs thinking "how do these girls have something new and fun to say every single day?!"

My favorite blogger recently started a series where she is blogging for 30 days about "different, versatile ways to wearing a ruffled white shirt." THIRTY DAYS. That's a lot of days to re-wear the same shirt in the name of something to write about on your blog. I'm going to have to do something like that soon because my life is only exciting in spurts.

Because, luckily, things like THIS don't happen to everyone, every day. But, lucky for you on this day where I'm just watching my dog play tug-o-war with Bella and writing out a list of things to get at Target, L did something riotous. So go read her blog. And read it every day because she's so funny and lovable.

And for the sake of this post having a picture icon on mobile devices, here's a cute picture of my adorable snow pup. He LOVES the snow and the cold weather. He is under the misconception that he is a Husky.

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5 Things

The five things I'm currently obsessed with are very New Years Resolutiony. When in Rome...

Ignore the messy house

1. My new treadmill! She's WAY fancier than I was expecting and I kid you not, completely silent. That sounds like I'm exaggerating, but I'm not. SILENT. It's like it's powered by magic. The theory is that I'll hop on for 20 minutes before work. Wish me luck with that.

2. Green Tea. I got some at sbux when I was sick and it was actually good! You know those things you always assumed you'd hate and then you try it feel like a real dum dum because it's pretty awesome. And then you have to nonchalantly be like, duh, I've always loved green tea. I don't even know what you're talking about.

3. The Biggest Loser starts this Sunday! Jillian is back AND they kept Dolvett (yum). I have never seriously struggled with my weight but I do not miss an episode of this show. Watching people work SO hard to achieve a goal totally gets me off my bum, working toward my fitness goals and all my other goals, too! And this season? With the kid contestants?! Shut up. So inspiring.

4. Bruno Mars' new album - Sexy, sexy workout tunes. My new years playlist is gonna look a lot like this: Maroon 5, Bruno Mars, 2 Chainz, Wiz Kalifa, Kanye (duh) and a little Taylor Swift. Classy, right?

5. Self Magazine. I actually ordered an old school subscription to this yesterday. I realize the cover I picked makes it look like a lame version of Cosmo but it isn't! I swore off Cosmo when I read the issue that gave you "practical tips on how to spy on your boyfriend," lining out how to hack his phone, dig through his garbage and rifle through his wallet without getting caught. #breedingcrazies Self focuses so much more on balance and happiness and moderation. #breedinghappies

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Resolve

My 2012 Resolutions, framed, sitting on my bathroom counter.

I'm proud to say I think I improved in all three categories.

I asked D to help hold be accountable but I take it personally when he calls me out directly so he would tell me "you look so pretty" when I was slouching and it gently reminded me and also made me laugh. It was a good system. So he wrote it on my reminder list. It always made me smile in the morning when I saw it.

I like New Years resolutions. I force myself to narrow down to three or it'd get out of hand.

This year I'm going with these 3:

1. Absolutely, positively NO more texting and driving.

I know. I'm a horrible person for still sneaking a text here and there but it's over. Done. Never again. It's not worth the risk. Texting and driving, we are never ever ever getting back together.

2. Stop questioning D and dance to this song.

One time D made a comment in the car that I thought was silly so I proceeded to ask question after question that forced him to think it all the way through and pointed out each little way he was wrong. It's my personal, adorable way of criticizing. He turned up the music and said "stop questioning me and dance to this song" which made me laugh. Because it worked. (It was Laffy Taffy from 2005, I mean, c'mon.)

So one of my resolutions is to stop needing to be right all the time with D. Be open-minded to his ideas and methods. Stop being so dang critical. It will absolutely be my toughest resolution to execute.

3. Get hot healthy hot

Sustainably hot which will in turn make me healthy, too. Not hot in an Adderall kind of way but lean hot. Like... Bikram yoga instructor hot.

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